Silk flutters above
the treetops.
Figure descends,
the clouds bisected,
momentarily.
On the ground
below, she gazes
through the glass.
Outside her car,
a blurred landscape,
mountainous slate.
In the distance
the parachutist
disappearing
into the grey.
Lost in dreams
of flying, she turns
away, too late,
swerving, she leaves
the road and soars,
briefly airborne.